Prologue: The Emperor and the Emperor

"Jules, how many years has my father been gone?" In the luxuriously decorated and majestic palace, a young man with strange hair color in the sky suddenly spoke, and the throne he sat on slowly turned back to the palace, making a sound of gold and iron. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the wall is a mural, the painting is blurred, and a figure in the middle can be faintly seen. The reason why it is called a painting is because it makes it clear that there must be something drawn. If you impose a description, it is better to call what is on it "heaven"?!

Beneath the throne was a man named Jules, his black deacon uniform cut just right, and his gray beard was carefully groomed one by one, full of natural and unintentional elegance.

"Your Highness, it's been seven thousand years." Jules saluted with one arm and shoulder.

"yes, it's been so long. Jules, you know what? I'm going to die. On the throne, the young man sighed.

"Your Highness laughed, with His Highness's royal power in the name of Kononos, how could the almost eternal life fall, the dawn side will not sit idly by." There was a tremor in Jules's voice.

"Besides, in the years that Your Excellency has left, the second suspension has experienced so many disasters in these years, hasn't Your Highness solved them one by one?" It seems that thinking of this, Jules was a little emotional.

"No, Jules, you can be regarded as a person from the perspective of a sage, you can't deceive yourself, Jules, everyone will die, everyone will die." As if he had already decided on this sentence, the young man repeated it over and over again.

"Even if you sit on the throne, or if you are praised as a god, you will die. Jules, dying to us is a kind of mission. ”

"But ......" the deacon seemed to be trying to argue something

"Jules, you know, Gabriel is dead in the air. Since then, his legend has become a myth, and all evidence of his existence has been reduced to nothingness. It is impossible for the First Kingdom of God not to notice such a big thing. The young man smiled wryly, and added as if he couldn't finish it

- "Not to mention that I killed it." ”

"I never imagined that the best of the Apostles of God, who had always claimed to bring light and glory to the plane, would be affected by such filthy and disgusting things, which reminded me of an even more terrifying fact." There was almost despair in the young man's tone.

"That lord hasn't appeared in several epochs."

Hearing this, Jules's body trembled violently.

"Don't think, my Prime Minister, and don't listen, they're everywhere, and even, in a sense, they're everywhere." The young man stood up, turned his head, and waved his hand, and before the old deacon could react, he collapsed, and with it, a memory that no longer existed.

The young man sighed, "I still want to keep someone to bury the coffin for me." ”

Kononos descended the gold-staired staircase of the temple and casually hid the old deacon into the void. A wave of rule fluctuations is subtly passed on to death. "Jules, it is indeed impossible for the other side not to know about the First Kingdom of God, but at this time, everyone has their own troubles. Not to mention...... Let's hope they won't find out that your memories have ever been erased. ”

The young man raised his eyes, and there was already a holy and peaceful light outside the hall. "Sure enough, it's already here." Youth self-deprecation.

"How can I go to that place to take refuge, as a king, the endless plane hanging in the air, it is not the territory left by my father, whether it is the people or the dignity, I can't give it up."

Step by step, the young man stepped into the void and watched as St. Raffe and Michael were transformed into the divine in the shadows surrounded by the kingdom of God. And so the angels chanted

- "O holy and wise Lord, your glory is and will always be ......"

"So so, kill me under the pretext of crusading against evil? Sure enough, the essence of any evil is easy to put on a magnificent moral coat. The young man scoffed.

With a soft shout, a crystal clear and gorgeous crown slowly fell on the young man's head, and the blue and silver brilliance in the king's eyes became more and more dazzling, and a majesty burst out. The throne in the palace shook, and the flickering magic pattern where it met the earth seemed to connect with nothingness, and it leaped with it, condensing into a huge phantom and suppressing the illusion of the angels and prophets.

The two archangels' indifferent eyes flashed with sarcasm, and the divine ring in their heads gathered with light, which was a door painted with the Eight Covenants of the Holy Teachings. Legend has it that the souls of believers ascend to the Lord's place and wash away all darkness, the gates of heaven.

"If you have the power to slay the Throne, how can we take the risk? The door is ready for you, but after that, it's a real hell. "Michael's beautiful face was a little hideous in the light of the holy light at this moment.

The young man didn't pay attention to it, but in the midst of all kinds of divine forbidden formations, he burst out with a powerful force that was enough to tear through the most stable plane.

"Come on!" The youth roared. But after a flash of brilliance, there was no sound......

Somewhere in the unknown, a silver-haired young man in a black and white robe re-condensed his dull eyes that had been scattered for an unknown amount of time, and smiled.

"Ahh

At dawn, the handsome blonde man lying on the resolution table stretched his long waist, and there was helplessness and a hint of implicit ...... in his eyes Stuffy?!

"I'm a little angry, Lord General, the era of a king has passed."

In the fifth underworld, the silent and dark space ignited a soul fire that was thicker than the darkness. A childish child's voice was full of questions.

"Brother?"

"Hattis, each family sweeps the snow in front of their own door." There is a voice in response.

In the Pang University area, where Gothic style and oriental elements are skillfully combined, a mother strokes her daughter's hair and looks at the unknown high sky with complicated eyes, where, among the stars representing countless personality constellations, at the same time and in the same position in each plane, an extremely dazzling star is going to destruction. Needless to say, it was the last dignity of a throne......

"Today, Mom will tell you the story of a hero."

"Heroes?" The little girl's expression was full of confusion.

"A true hero is not universally recognized by the public, oh, and a hero is only because he always carries out his good ...... You, when you grow up, you should never care about what others think. "Mother's beautiful face is slightly slight.

In the cemetery, the old deacon shoveled a rectangular hole into shape, and beside him was a coffin that was not too big or small.

The gloss of the deacon's service was gone, it was covered with dirt, and he only vaguely remembered that the young man gave him the last task of the second hanging deacon. These filths are insignificant compared to the scolding of his subjects in the thousands of planes for his support of evil kings and demons.

He finally understood the pain of attaining the person of a sage. The hearts of countless creatures in the air were constantly transmitted in his holy realm, all of which were full of malicious insults.

The endless flowers on the other side fell in the sky at this moment, and the abnormal celestial phenomena sent the king to the cold loneliness, and the young man in the black and white robe suddenly arrived at this time. Jules ignored the stranger, and continued to dig meticulously, or sometimes with a shovel.

The boy didn't mean to disturb him, just smiled and carefully observed the coffin beside him. didn't tell him that a blue-haired man with a paper umbrella and a white coat was suddenly standing next to him.

Jules suddenly stopped his hand, and a complicated look of incomprehension, surprise, and resentment flashed across his raised face. He was about to say something, but was stopped by the blue-haired man with a gesture.

The old deacon's hands were so shaky that he could barely hold the shovel. He asked with difficulty in a dry voice,

“…… My lord...... Why did you come here, at this time? ”

The strange man did not answer, and his face under the paper umbrella could not be seen. Instead, the young man restrained his smiling expression and said solemnly

- "Come to the king's funeral ......"